I arrived back at the army station in less than an hour. Our boss had said that we had to bring evidence that all the soldiers were now dead. Every one of us had to bring the gun of one of the enemies. It was very in differential to carrying our own guns, as their guns were big chunky parts of machinery. Now I understood why they were having difficulty with firing properly. It was sad, to think that the enemy had had bigger, tougher weapons, but had not known how to use it properly. Until now, I remembered why I was fighting in this dreadfully mad war. My father had died in battle. He had been a master soldier, until the enemy took on a new soldier. His name was Kun Gero, and he was the most soffisticated, well known and finally, cleverest and strongest of them all. He announced, in his town hall, that it would be his duty and destiny to kill my father. And guess what he did. He achieved his destiny and became the best fighter in the world. Some called him the fighter plane or the destructer. Some called him KUNG-FU GERO or Swinging monkey. I certainly didn't call him any of those names. I spat at the ground to mark that I was saying his name. I was setting out to kill him now. It was my duty and destiny, to take revenge, and win.